Oh dreidels, you are as smooth As a book cover, you are The different colors, Red, blue, green orange And purple
I spin you in December, during Chanukah. You spin rapidly and you Stop at either Gimmel, Hey, Shin or Nun. You spin Like a top. Spinning you is my favorite
Thing to do on Chanukah.
Ode to an Ode By Griffin Osborne
O, sweet Ode how you comfort us so with fervent parchments lust to bring upon a love lost in dust.
Whether rain, or hail, or snow, you cover up our woe. Or Melancholy speech you doth reveal this earths most verminous meal.
Yet, this telling of dark tale is a sort of purging wail; meant to cast those earthly chains back and end all human bane.
Comfort, however, is not your only task. Do not forget the happiness you bring, for only expression can bring such a thing.
Whether to food, or hurricane, or map you praise all that fall to your heavenly trap.
And, dear reader, when you wander down a terrible road Look in thy heart, and write an Ode.
Hannah Ode to Violins
Violins,violins,violins You're always squeaky when I play you but I still admire you Oh so much songs, my fingers hurt when I play them but they're still fun to play I hate the fast songs but they are so interesting when I listen to them
I don't like playing in groups but I get a dollar if I do
and those are the reasons why I love violins.
Ode to Light
By Jenni Zellner
In the haze of impending night It kisses like a crown of thorns Waiting like a line drawn tight They pulsate with a beat, stones.
Beckoning with a groan They shiver at the sight Of bodies in a dance, a moan Alive with all their might.
Beauty is not a right It is what is shone Beneath the quiet height Of figures prone In the velvet dance of light.
Halloween by Cecelia Oh spooky Halloween. You give me lots Of frights. Ghosts, goblins and witches
Oh mysterious Halloween, Children sprinting around Just for Candy. Houses decorated with webs, Spiders and Jack-o-lanterns.
Oh scary Halloween, Going door to door saying "Trick or Treat" and receiving Candy just for that. Only once A year.
Oh terrifying Halloween. You are fearful, yet fun. You know that you are horrrifying, Frightful and enjoyable. Just one question, Why? Why are you enjoyable yet Scary? Well, I guess I'll Never know. Halloween is Certainly a mystery.
Ode to Poetry
by Mariah
Never did I know myself, Never did I feel, Until I peeled open my first notebook Until I wrote words that heal.
My poetry lit my heart. My words sculpted my soul. I never want to be apart From my notebook. From my home.
I am not myself When I can not merge words. I would never be myself If I was not part of this world.
This is me. I could never be Anything Without my sweet Poetry.
Ode to Sports
by AJ
Oh sports, oh sports smelly, fans, injuries, sweat, weather oh how I love how you make me sweat and it drips on your court or field the fans, cheering makes it exciting Oh sports, oh sports those injuries you give us but feels good because you did a lot for your team. Oh the burning weather where everyone is wearing sunblock or the freezing where our faces feel like ice cubes. Oh sports, oh sports how I love you.
Ode to my Toes by Mary Beth
One goes cold in the winter months and sits there, a numb finger I have to rub it like my grandmother did her little toes to make them straighten up which I too must now do,
now that they’ve developed the habit of clumping together and crossing over one another in a sort of playful manner as if they didn’t have an important job to do, involving fitting into my shoes
For there, perched at the top of my feet lined up even in a messy row they make it possible for me to stand upright like a tree whose strong roots spread evenly
Oh toes! My chubby little soldiers thank you for letting me step on you for transporting me day after day from bed to kitchen to school to the paths I walk with the dog and back again, safely
I promise I will always buy you nice wool socks in winter and sturdy flip flops in summer and never ever smash you into shoes too small or bear down on you from heels raised higher than they have a right to be.
No. Toes, you will be free as long as you continue to carry me.
Group C
MatthewOde to a Dreidel
Oh dreidels, you are as smooth
As a book cover, you are
The different colors,
Red, blue, green orange
And purple
I spin you in
December, during
Chanukah. You spin rapidly and you
Stop at either Gimmel,
Hey, Shin or
Nun.
You spin
Like a top.
Spinning you is my favorite
Thing to do on Chanukah.
Ode to an Ode
By Griffin Osborne
O, sweet Ode how you comfort us so
with fervent parchments lust
to bring upon a love lost in dust.
Whether rain, or hail, or snow,
you cover up our woe.
Or
Melancholy speech you doth reveal
this earths most verminous meal.
Yet, this telling of dark tale
is a sort of purging wail;
meant to cast those earthly chains
back and end all human bane.
Comfort, however, is not your only task.
Do not forget the happiness you bring,
for only expression can bring such a thing.
Whether to food, or hurricane, or map
you praise all that fall to your heavenly trap.
And, dear reader,
when you wander down a terrible road
Look in thy heart, and write an Ode.
Hannah
Ode to Violins
Violins,violins,violins
You're always squeaky when I play you
but I still admire you
Oh so much songs, my fingers hurt when I play them
but they're still fun to play
I hate the fast songs
but they are so interesting when I listen to them
I don't like playing in groups
but I get a dollar if I do
and those are the reasons why I love violins.
Ode to Light
By Jenni Zellner
In the haze of impending night
It kisses like a crown of thorns
Waiting like a line drawn tight
They pulsate with a beat, stones.
Beckoning with a groan
They shiver at the sight
Of bodies in a dance, a moan
Alive with all their might.
Beauty is not a right
It is what is shone
Beneath the quiet height
Of figures prone
In the velvet dance of light.
Halloween
by Cecelia
Oh spooky Halloween.
You give me lots
Of frights.
Ghosts, goblins and witches
Oh mysterious Halloween,
Children sprinting around
Just for
Candy.
Houses decorated with webs,
Spiders and Jack-o-lanterns.
Oh scary Halloween,
Going door to door saying
"Trick or Treat" and receiving
Candy just for that.
Only once
A year.
Oh terrifying Halloween.
You are fearful, yet fun.
You know that you are horrrifying,
Frightful and enjoyable.
Just one question,
Why?
Why are you enjoyable yet
Scary?
Well, I guess I'll
Never know.
Halloween is
Certainly a mystery.
Ode to Poetry
by Mariah
Never did I know myself,
Never did I feel,
Until I peeled open my first notebook
Until I wrote words that heal.
My poetry lit my heart.
My words sculpted my soul.
I never want to be apart
From my notebook.
From my home.
I am not myself
When I can not merge words.
I would never be myself
If I was not part of this world.
This is me.
I could never be
Anything
Without my sweet
Poetry.
Ode to Sports
by AJ
Oh sports, oh sports
smelly, fans, injuries, sweat, weather
oh how I love
how you make me sweat
and it drips on your
court or field
the fans, cheering makes it exciting
Oh sports, oh sports those injuries
you give us but feels good
because you did a lot
for your team. Oh the burning weather
where everyone is wearing
sunblock or the freezing where
our faces feel like ice cubes. Oh sports, oh sports
how I love you.
Ode to my Toes
by Mary Beth
One goes cold
in the winter months
and sits there,
a numb finger
I have to rub it
like my grandmother
did her little toes
to make them
straighten up
which I too
must now do,
now that they’ve
developed the habit
of clumping together
and crossing over
one another
in a sort of playful
manner as if
they didn’t have
an important job
to do, involving
fitting into my shoes
For there, perched
at the top of my feet
lined up even
in a messy row
they make it possible
for me to stand
upright like a tree
whose strong roots
spread evenly
Oh toes!
My chubby little soldiers
thank you
for letting me
step on you
for transporting me
day after day
from bed to kitchen
to school to the paths
I walk with the dog
and back again,
safely
I promise
I will always
buy you nice wool socks
in winter
and sturdy flip flops
in summer
and never ever
smash you into shoes
too small
or bear down on you
from heels raised
higher than they
have a right to be.
No.
Toes,
you will be free
as long as you continue
to carry me.